If we can send a dune buggy to Mars there must surely be a way for technology to allow Steve's eulogy to be narrated by the late John Facenda.
Will this do, otis?
Best part was, he would bring the projector home and we'd watch that fucker the weekend before school started, up on the drywall in the basement. He'd also order the NHL highlight reels and one movie (edited down for schools natch) of my and my brother's choosing, just for our private viewing pleasure. That's how I saw The Black Hole.
Awesome memory, great dad.